Fiery Death!

I appeared in front of a warehouse in Yokohama, as the guards snapped to attention.

"Where did you come from?" One guard asked.

"WHeRe Did YoU ComE FrOM?!" I said mimicking him in a squeaky voice, as his partner chuckled.

"Just answer the question, kid!" He threatened, pulling out his gun.

"Oh! It's almost cute you think that's gonna hurt me! But no. Just put it away. I want to have a chat with your boss." I replied.

"The boss isn't in." The man said.

"Really? How about I just blow up the entire warehouse then. That should get your here." I said out loud.

The sound of the frantic clacking of boots on cement rang out as the door slid open.

"Let's have a chat, Mr. Hijikata, or should I call you The Bomber." A man said, emerging from within, adjusting his garishly striped tie.

"Whatever gets your rocks off, Giran!" I said.

Fucker wanted to play mind games with me!

Oh look at me, I know who you are~

Be afraid~

Jackass. I know who I am.

Don't need some random backalley dealer to enlighten me on it.

He looked at me curiously raising an eyebrow, as he gestured me to follow.

"You are a unique customer, Hijikata-san. And very daring. To go after the top dog as your debut...it's rather unorthodox and entirely unforeseen heretofore.

So what can I do for you?" He asked, taking a seat on some out of place and entirely too comfy sofas.

Damn this is some good stuff.

Hmmmm!

I gotta get some of these back in the base.

"First things first, you can get me some of these fine ass sofas.

Four of them, best quality. Price is no object.

As for what I came here for, tell me Giran, have you ever felt you could do more than be some small time back alley Kmart shmuck?" I asked.

"Well, everyone dreams Hijikata-san, but that's what they are, dreams.

This is reality and we have stomachs to fill and roofs to keep over our heads." He gave a safe answer.

"Bah! You're too conservative about this. I'm not a government psyop, I'm one hundred percent the genuine article. So dream a little, will you?

Imagine," I said, waving an arm in the air, "Giran Enterprises, penyhouse office, big building, middle of Tokyo, government contracts and billions to embezzle.

Now that's the life you wanna live!"

"Yes of course. But let's talk about what you want, and how you're going to pay for it." Giran said, bringing the conversation back to the table.

I pulled out a chit from my pocket, and placed it on the table.

"Yes, of course. I want you to gather these people. I am creating a new league. And before you ask, yes, like the one I just ended.

Just this time, not run by a whiny manchild with half baked intentions and daddy's money.

As for how I'll be paying for it?

I have a proposition for you.

Giran, how would you like to fund a revolution?"

"No." He said, getting up from his seat.

"It was great meeting you but I don't work on credit." He said.

"What? Don't think I can do it?" I asked.

"All For One tried for nearly a 150 years and still failed. You are barely off your mothers milkers. What makes you so sure you'll be any different?" He asked.

"Well, for one, I'm not locked in destined honorbound duels with a soul enemy, and for two, I've ended more heroes in the past week than AFO scratched in the past decade, including All Might." I said, pulling out my phone and showing small might and his dead successor at the bottom of the bay.

"That good enough?" I teased, as Giran looked at the photo slack jawed.

"Th-that is .... I-i don't know what to say." He sputtered.

"A thank you would suffice. With the symbol of peace gone, your business is gonna be booming soon." I replied, snarkily.

"I'll do something about the league. And the sofas." Giran said, looking up, resolve bursting from his eyes, or maybe dollar signs, same difference.

"Heh, thought so. My address is-" I said when he cut me off.

"I know. I'll send them over. With support equipment. On the house." Giran replied with a smirk.

Ahaha! This cheeky bastard!

A smile spread on my face.

I just got my hands on some good stuff right here.

"Good! Goodgoodgoodgood GOOD!" I cried, "I made the right decision coming to you!"

"You're damn right you did!" Giran said, extending a handshake.

"This could be the beginning of a beautiful business relationship." I replied, shaking his hand.

Returning to the base, I pulled out a map, and began marking out the hero agencies to eliminate before my takeover begins. Starting with, of course, the best.

Saving the best for last?

Hell, no!

That's what gets the villain killed.

Oh, I'll send my weakest minions to kill the hero.

Surely nothing could go wrong!

And then when the hero kills them, the dark lord sends some goons a little bit stronger, almost as if they have a masochistic fetish for powerlevelling the heroes.

Not me though.

I'm gonna show up, front of the heroes house and blow his head off where he stands.

No taking chances with this destiny crap.

I picked up an rpgs and stuffed two extra shits in my trouser pockets as I teleported to out of the base.

Appearing in front of a giant wooden door, I knocked on it.

An answering machine buzzed.

"Who's there?" A woman's voice asked.

"A parcel for Mr. Todoroki Enji." I said.

"Oh, he's in the back. I'll call him." The voice answered.

In the background, I could hear her shout.

"Dad! There's a delivery for you!"

Soon, heavy footsteps approached the door, swinging it open.

"I don't remember ordering anyth-" Endeavor said, as he wiped the sweat off his face, noticing the bazooka inches from his chest.

"Enji-chan~" I said, transforming my face into a woman's, before turning into Arnold Schwarzenegger.

"You're Fired!"

Click!

The rocket him him straight in the chest, as he flew back, crashing through the front door, even as I reloaded the shot.

BOOOM!

The explosion blew up Endeavor, sending his bits and pieces flying all over the courtyard, painting it red, just like his hair.

Fuyumi ran out in a rush, as she came upon the scene at the door, just in time for the second rocket to hit, this time blowing up the house behind her as the shrapnel gutted her chest down, throwing her at my feet.

She looked up at me, choking on her pblood, gasping for her life, looking at me pleadingly.

"Aw! Aren't you cute! Fantastic bod too! Those doe eyes would've looked lovely in my bed. But unfortunately for you, daddy here, was a threat to me. So tough tiddies, but I can't help you with that.

But I'm sure that if you look deep into your heart, which is currently all over the porch, you'll find that you're very capable of forgiveness, like the good little daddy's girl you are!" I said, patting her cheeks.

I stood up, reloaded the shot and aimed one last time at the dojo, as a cliff of ice emerged from with.

Slowly, Shoto stumbled out, clutching his broken arm, limping towards me.

"You!" He cried, rage boiling in his eyes.

"Meee!" I said cheerily, pointing the rpg at him.

"Please, no....why?" He cried, mumbling incoherently in the face of certain death.

"Hah! Look at you pissing yourself. Don't worry, I won't kill you..." I said, walking closer, before technicolor ribbons shot out of my fingers, latching onto Shoto.

Stealing his quirk, I finished my sentence.

"....yet!"

Squelch!

I crushed his head beneath my feet, and looked around, to find the last brother.

I spotted him under some rubble. "There you are!" I cried joyfully, aiming the last shot at him.

Boom!

Another ear shattering blast rang out, crushing what remained of the house into cinders, as I teleported away.

Mission accomplished!